What is it with loud doof-doof?!
I’ve just spent the past fifteen minutes desperately trying to ignore the “thump, thump, thump†of loud music coming from the next door neighbours. I should explain that we live in a townhouse/unit type of dwelling, with a common wall dividing us from the one next door. It’s not really an issue, except when the neighbour decides that 3pm on a Sunday afternoon is a good time for a private Rave in the lounge room.
Last night I was watching TV in the front room, and in the space of twenty minutes, THREE cars drove past, each outdoing the last in the “I’m a Mobile DJ and I’m Cool†stakes.
I’ve never understood doof-doof/techno music at all, but that’s not the issue. People have different tastes and that’s fine. What I don’t understand and find totally stupid is the fact that all techno must be played super loud, with Foundation-Shaking Bass™ as the minimum volume level. It’s everywhere – in cars, houses, even coming from individuals and their iPods. It never seems to be loud enough or often enough for some people.
Other genres of music aren’t generally listened to at such a volume, why should this one? Imagine a bunch of bootscooters driving around in a beefed up Landcruiser, with Garth Brooks cranked up to 150db! Can you picture a Tarago full of kindergarten tots listening to “Dorothy the Dinosaur†so loud, that at traffic lights the car was actually rising and falling in rhythm with the skivvied-ones lamenting?
I don’t understand why people need to be so inconsiderate of others and pump up their Phat Beats to such a level that the entire region knows what song’s being played. It is just plain rudeness in my opinion – a complete disregard for those around you.
It’s also a lack of foresight and respect for your own body. The volume must surely be doing damage to these people’s eardrums. Boxers develop Parkinson’s disease from so many blows to the head, so a thousand decibels every half a second can’t be doing too much good. Seriously, in about ten years there’s going to be an epidemic of thirty year old blokes who need hearing aids, and they’ll have only themselves to blame.
And when that time comes, I for one will be offering them no sympathy at all.
Joel the Mole,
I totally have the cutest kittens that you and E’lise need to come and see! Their names are Chuck and Norris and they’re gorgeous! Chucky has even learnt how to fetch! Columbo isn’t necessarily thrilled with the arrangement, but has come to appreciate the company now that she has someone to chase around the house.
Sucks that you have inconsiderate neighbours. We’re lucky here. The guy who lives above us is barely ever home, and the only noise I’ve heard from his place has only come from his girlfriends screams of passion, which I can deal with coz I’m a perv. And he puts up with Nates penchant for pumping up the stereo, so we’re pretty lucky in all respects.
Heading to the beach tomorrow. 35 man! Holy cow. Too hot. But a good chance to catch some rays and perhaps de-pastyfy myself. I have a wicked tan on my passenger arm, but sadly lacking over the rest of the bod.
Miss you doll,
Prue… Love to E’lise!
PS. How are the fish doing???
To the chair-man,
i liked your article about the noise which goes “doof” a lot. sometimes that noise annoys me too, especially when i listen to it. what sort of music do you like? also, my deckchair is breaking on the leg, how do you fix it?
please keep making good blogs, as they are very interesting and also what’s your favourite fruit? apples or Ronds cherries?
good luck with your site,
Russell
I like Ron cherries. Especially when I have to hold my hat down whilst riding a fourwheeler and keeping stock of all those punnets.